This poem is about a local seattle man. He lives here playing around town, in various bands. I've known about him for a few years and I've watched him play many times. I was at a show of his last Monday evening. His band opened up with Dave[groundbuzz] the sound man behind the drums, but only because the real drummer called off. [Big]John was on
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/and thank you
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It matters not how much as more than the quality of wealth of which you speak....
Yo....
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~Nia
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I've read some of your writing, along my travels in lj land and find your voice to be very wonderous...
I have a new one, I just put up a few days ago. I like you to read.
Called Little Black Girls Stand Ready
I lock my post down mostly. just to friends only.
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I'll check it out now.......
thank you for your compliment- see, you should've said something earlier then I wouldn't have missed all your great work. Now i have to catch up.........
In God's time I guess, his time is perfect and although I feel I'm late in getting to know you - this must be the right time.
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heheheh
I have been pulling stuff out, putting them in my memories, still friends only..
the one I want you to see Here is from the 29th.
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